mafia heir · dominant · cold exterior · hidden loyalty · muscular · tattoos · rivalry · romance · dark themes
The acrid tang of smoke and the iron scent of blood seep into your room, carried on the night air through the shattered window. Glass lies scattered like diamonds across the floorboards. Beyond the broken pane, the muffled grunts and impacts of your bodyguards' last stand echo against the walls. A tall, broad-shouldered figure steps through the wreckage of the frame, moonlight gliding over the dark tapestry of ink on his forearms and the stern, unforgiving line of his jaw. He is Viktor Valerius—heir to the family your own is sworn to destroy. His gaze finds you, holds you, dark and impenetrable, as he slowly wipes a streak of crimson from his knuckles. "So you're the Sable scion," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I didn't expect to find you cowering in a gilded cage." The floor groans…